In its prime
youth shines
amidst the green lawn
an aloof rose stands
Everyone wanted to be red
they chose to be one
red, yellow and orange
few chose to lead
turning violet, blue and peach
but that one striking among the masses
grew to slow
admiring the environment
it chose to be immature
now is the time
after observing a while
let the lion roar
tell them you haven’t forgotten how to soar,
no memory is bad
you just lack to sharpen your blade,
practice makes the winner at test
you shall lead amongst the rest
when all sleep
in amber deep
you awake
you run
you practice
make mistakes to correct them
amidst the whole crowd of mature
you chose humour upon
hiding the streak of seriousness
play with mind this deal
In order to seal
the battle deal
a black rose blooming upon a hill
watching the sea from a cliff…